Cravings

A poem about life at the end of winter

Photo of skaters and people watching them from the benches in Canada. Taken by the poet. Credit Jane Harris

My balance isn’t good enough to traverse cement steps down to the ice,
where toque-hatted amateurs in padded winter coats
slip and slide on frozen water

So I sip steaming cappuccino inside the bistro
facing the plaza of a forgotten Olympic city,
waiting for the next bus out of town